Real poets don’t make lasting friends
they shun fraternity
Their truth like gritty sandpaper
abrasive when intoned
The reader may be gratified
with what the words uncover
More likely though the pain involved
— will cut them to the bone
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Legacy Awaits
Poetry
secured in beauty …
carved high in a tree
Branches
spread and offer cover
of your history
Winter
comes and bares the promise
Spring will shade anew
Seasons
in the bark awaiting
— progeny to view
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)